Seven years ago today I married my best friend. He’s still my best friend.
Come rain or shine, hell or high water, there is no one else I’d rather weather life with. An added bonus: not that many people realize that I am actually the weird one in our relationship. Let’s just keep it that way.
Last weekend, we strolled around hand-in-hand listening to jazz music float through the streets. We looked at art. We looked at people. I may have caught him looking at me a few times. We dreamed about what the next seven years will bring. And no matter what happens, I feel secure knowing that whatever may come … we will be okay.
We are still young and full of hope. So much has happened since we married, but life stretches out before us with endless possibilities. Our life together is happy. We are blessed.
Robbie Hobbs, I will love you until I take my last breath. Thank you for loving me.